ARE YOU THERE GOD? IT'S ME JOHN.

When the poets die.
When our armies fall.
When we have no hope.
What happens then?
Will i see what rest in my soul?
When the walls collapse.
When the seas are dried.
When the storm unfolds.
Will there be a chariot,
or w'e'll drown to the floor?
My mind wont guide,
my hopes will lie,
my heart will fall.
And if i leave my body for a minute alone,
will it brace me back as it's own?
Let me float alone.
Let me ruin this once for all.
Let me remain cursed to us all.
FIRE,
BODY,
SOUL,
I lost.